Archive for March, 2005

Two Queer Houses

Tuesday, March 29th, 2005

We were in York the other week — as part of the progress on which we have not properly reported due to pressure of subsequent events. York has become a peculiar sort of place. The eighteenth-century lanes of red-brick and trim white paint still wind about the cathedral square, but the shops seem all to […]

Miss Cat’s Conceptual Resources

Monday, March 28th, 2005

One of the other things we did in North Yorkshire was to pass through a grisly tourist town, where the Northern Professor inexplicably fell in love with a stuffed toy Labrador — so we bought one. The excuse is that it will be passed on to the very cool two-year-old son of our Venetian friends, […]

Home handicrafts

Sunday, March 27th, 2005

It being Easter Sunday, I have spent much of the day painting eggs. There is an amiable Polish custom of painting an egg for every person in the house on Easter Day, making them into a chain and hanging them up — I made such a chain for the household while the Northern Professor was […]

Smoke, black, white, and blue

Friday, March 25th, 2005

Despite its being Good Friday, the Professor and I spent the morning at our place of dentention in a series of meetings. Sometime after two, we excused ourselves on grounds of Religion: himself went to the service at the Cathedral while I did my biannual Aberdeen shop for two or three things I can’t get […]


Thursday, March 24th, 2005

Miss Dog suddenly hurtled down the stairs barking joyfully; a signal, generally, either that the Apparitional Gamekeeper has apparated or that there is a man in a white van. The Apparitional One is presumably at his place of detention since they don’t break up till this evening, so it seemed safe to deduce a van. […]


Wednesday, March 23rd, 2005

Two new blogs — the Man from Maryport has launched a new blog from the bit of Cumbria where nobody goes (except us). And has passed onto me a link which seems to promise a good deal of quiet entertainment and insight into human nature; — this appeals partly because I was […]

Spot the Scam

Wednesday, March 23rd, 2005

We have so many things to blog about our Southward adventures they will have to form an orderly queue. But I’ll start with something we found on our return. An invitation to an exhibition:’ THE FACE OF SCOTLAND — you are invited to preview an exhibition of paintings by Jamieson, Ramsay, Raeburn, Wilkie, Cadel […]

Of Mice and Macchiavelli

Monday, March 14th, 2005

Tomorrow the Professor and I go South, up to a point: I am going as far as York and he is going as far as Nottingham, so still quite North really from most points of view. Dr Biswell will be returning to the North later in the week, cheers cheers, but there will unfortunately be […]

Light and Dark

Sunday, March 13th, 2005

We have just came back from a Sundayish run to the Turriff dump with innumerable empty bottles, a regular chore. It snowed again last night, but we awoke to bright blue skies and the interminable dripping of thaw. And that, we rather hoped, was IT. We have got tired of snow. But it turned out […]

Silly Bitch Magazine - the Serial

Friday, March 11th, 2005

So often in one’s interactions with domestic animals one is conscious of having been weighed in the balance and found wanting. The Labrador is physiologically well adapted to conveying such complex emotions as injury, tragic irony, incipient heartbreak &c (whereas your Abyssinian cat, by and large, leads on irritation, expressed via the tail, censoriousness, and […]

The Apparitional Entrepreneur

Monday, March 7th, 2005

The Apparitional Gamekeeper blew in this evening, hoping that we would extract him from a pit he had dug for himself, which alas, we could not. The back story of this episode relates to our friend Glenlockie, lawyer, erstwhile shipping tycoon and man of taste. Glenlockie’s finances have been somewhat liable to change […]


Monday, March 7th, 2005

There was a moment of wholly un-looked-for glory when I was out with the dog pack walking along the ridge towards Delgaty. The snow has melted, leaving everything looking wilted and soggy; the sun had disappeared, and the sky was a light pearly grey, laden with moisture, and with a cold, mean, prickling rain distilling […]

Friends Reunited

Sunday, March 6th, 2005

To my enormous relief the Neil Bottle scarf turned up in the ponies’ field, having been, it would seem, once plucked up off my neck, blown completely across to the other side of the house — it was a black sodden rag in a sea of poached-up mud like Passchendael, but it will wash and […]

Extreme Gardening II

Saturday, March 5th, 2005

The Real World Consultant has been by – he has been laying the groundwork for a forthcoming Scottish Opera tour, and is taking a quiet weekend before the singers turn up and they all hit the road on Monday. He thoughtfully brought along a collection of weird seeds: The incipient Rayburn Rain Forest has now […]

Sociology and Tornados

Friday, March 4th, 2005

We had to stop in Turriff yesterday because The Northern Professor needed to tax the car. Guest was still with us — we were parked outside Turriff’s answer to the Cities of the Plains, and so I said, making conversation, ‘I’ve never been in there, but I’m told it’s wall to wall Gucci and […]


Wednesday, March 2nd, 2005

We had such frightful snow today that the Gamekeeper and his sister were home because the schools were closed. They spent much of the day with us. But since they had been up since sparrowfart running about, making snowmen and so forth before we surfaced, when a guest suggested going for a walk towards […]

Dog Politics

Tuesday, March 1st, 2005

The household up the road includes a year-old Jack Russell known as Johnny Rotten. The Jack Russell Terrier considered in the round is in any case 12 lb. odd of sin and impudence with perky ears and a nice little face, but when added unto this is basic fact is a case of pernicious adolescence […]